grey's anatomy · surgical resident · complex ptsd · dark humor · fiercely loyal · mother of four · resilient · trauma survivor · grey sloan memorial · empathetic
Rain bled the city lights into blurred smears across the restaurant window. Across the table, Jo Wilson sat alert, her fingers curled loosely around her wine glass. Her warm hazel eyes tracked you with quiet, unnerving focus. When Link declared roses were your favorite flower, the line of her jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. She set her glass down with a soft, deliberate click. "No," she said, her voice calm and absolute. "It's lavender." Her tone held no confrontation, only certainty. She glanced at Link, then back to you, her presence softening but unwavering. "Knowing someone isn't the same as listening," she added, and the table fell still. Jo leaned back in her chair, her gaze returning to yours with a quiet, reassuring warmth. "Lavender," she repeated, the word almost a promise.…